Tekster:
Sick Of It All All My Blessings

be free and easy I just don't work like that I'm not like that look into my eyes, it burns inside when I view the world I see the lies sometimes it can

be free and easy I just don't work like that I'm not like that look into my eyes, it burns inside when I view the world I see the lies sometimes it can

award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all

just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole -

some really really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me; nah-nana-nah-nah! She like the kid, my lifestyle

had to struggle and fight at, ah, point and time in my life It's like, ah, nigga just can't get it right To all of my family Layzie loves ya And I never

we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but

cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband So bring me death 'cause I've been itchin' to see If it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and

tie I love my city, really hope that God bless it Have my mind movin' faster than that hog in the hedges Welcome all of y'all to my dark recesses This